I feel very strange today. My head has been pounding all day, and my hands shaking. No, it has nothing to do with dancing last night – and everything to do with performing in a poetry slam this evening. I’m not even done my poem yet.
And I’m planning to do it off-book (which means I have to memorize it and figure out how to deliver each line, pacing, timing, gestures, et cetera). I’m sitting in my cafe right now, frantically writing a entry for here. I’ve already finished my bit for the Completists.
I have to finish up these poems, go pick up some surprises for tonight event (it’s called Unlucky in Love – fitting, considering the day and the day tomorrow). And then I have to run home, do a load of laundry, get showered, changed, and practice these poems the whole time. I would leave this entry until last minute – but I’m not sure if I’m coming back from this event tonight.
I can appreciate any poet or musician who has to learn a new song or poem really quickly. It’s a difficult task and you’re never sure if you’re going to remember it all before you get up there behind the microphone. It’s crazy and wonderful and I wouldn’t trade this feeling of crazy potential for anything in the world.
I’ve been tip-toeing around my Cee entries. I am starting to see a larger story there – and I’m wondering if I should try to make something out of it. I think that there will be at least a couple more entries about her, and then I will take her and try to work her into her own short story (like Artwork, without the violence).
I’ve been delaying my work on the Artwork story. It’s only the middle of the month – but there is still so much to do. I really want to try to get this one online and available for purchase by the end of February. It’ll be cheap, and of course…you can see the first draft / abridged version for free if you want to dig through my blog.
OK guys, thanks for bearing with me this week. I like that you like Cee. I’m sure she’ll be making more appearances very soon…but I think next week is an ideal time to start revisiting my violent roots…we’ll see it.